So she doesn't like attention. Alright. He turns a look on her, bland, at the outburst, but knows it'll get them no attention here. Not on a street of the Capitol, with all this other noise. "Not sure when it'll start, but arenas usually end after a few weeks. Maybe over a month," he says, making his way down yet another street and heading toward a little building-free patch in the not-so-distant distance. "Couldn't tell you precisely, I'm not used to being able to keep time for so long."

"And what I mean is exactly what I said. They're called games for a reason, and these people call to be entertained even outside of them. Our lives are theirs in almost every sense. They watch our days and nights in the arenas as many times as pleases them and pry into our lives outside that, gossip about it over their 'broadcast networks' and call it news. If you didn't need to practice for the arena I'd tell you to get used to that - call on someone, maybe, for not all of us came here well versed in dealing with it. Alain, I think, of district seven. Ask after him if you have time. Seems like he'd suit you, and if I recall it rightly he never did care for the trappings of court back in our day. What are you used to, miss Luna? I won't ask if you think you can handle life here, because you don't properly know what it is yet. But what kind of life did you have back in your own world? I take it nothing similar?"